When I was in the Tonkin Gulf aboard the USS Trippe, Jane Fonda went to Viet Nam in her attempt to stop the war.  I admire her for what she was trying to do.  I am still surprised that so many people still believe the myth about Jane Fonda rather than looking at the truth.  I think that it is a matter of a "girl" doing a man's job and thus the men are embarrassed. 

This is the chapter in my book that deals with what was going on with me when we found out that Jane Fonda was talking to the North Vietnamese. I was still recovering from the concussion I received when the forward steel hatch hit my head.

Saint Jane

“Guess what just came over the radio?” Matty asked as he roused me from a headache filled sleep.

Still feeling like someone had squeezed petroleum jelly into my eyes, I pried my eyelids apart to see who was talking to me. “What time is it?” I asked.

“It is about 11:00 AM,” he said.

Slowly lifting my head off my pillow, I groaned. I swung my feet over the side of my rack and slowly lifted my torso by pushing my left hand against the mattress and grabbing an overhead pipe with my right hand. Rubbing my eyes and yawning widely, I looked down at Matty. “How about getting me a glass of water. There is a cup in my locker. It's the top one next to the door. It's open. Hand me that little white envelope that should be right on the inside,” I said.

“These looks like pills,” he said.

Yawning I said, “It's the pain medicine that the corpsman gave me. What did you hear on the radio?”

Matty's eyes grew big and round as he said, “Jane Fonda, you know, she's the one who starred in “Barbarella”. Wow, she was hot in that movie.”

“Yeah she was real bitchin, what about her?”

“She's in Hanoi with her anti-war movement. She asked the Viet Cong to stop the war and she accused our generals of being war criminals.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I just heard it on the ship's radio. It is being broadcast in the news back home, too.”

“Wow. She's not only sexy. She has big huevos too.”

“Big huevos? Are those big boobs?” he asked.

Laughing, I replied, “Not big boobs, she has big balls. Huevos is slang for balls. She has bigger balls than you and me put together.”

“Bigger balls than we do? She accused our generals of being war criminals on TV and on the radio. That is just not right,” Matty said.

“They are war criminals when they do what our captain did,” I said. “Jane Fonda flew into enemy territory and demanded that the Viet Cong to stop fighting. That girl has huevos. We didn't have the guts to ask the captain not to bomb the church on Sunday. We have no huevos, Matty.”

“My mother would be proud of Jane Fonda. Hell, I am proud of her. If she can get the Viet Cong to stop fighting, I will write to the pope and ask him to make her a saint.”

Shaking his head and rolling his eyes, Matty blurted, “The pope won't make Jane Fonda a saint. She appeared naked in Barbarella.”

“She'd be the sexiest saint ever.” I said as I imagined her with a golden halo above her head, dressed in the skimpy outfit that she wore in the movie.

“She's a fucking traitor, and I hope they shoot that bitch,” Landry yelled as he entered the berthing compartment.

Startled by his ranting entry, I sat up so quickly that I hit my head on the overhead pipes and my headache began to pound harder.

“Who does she think she is, calling our generals war criminals?” Landry yelled. They're saving the Vietnamese from being taken over by the communists. She's probably a communist sympathizer. And if she is, she's a fucking whore! What does she know about war? She's just a pampered Hollywood starlet. It's a man's job to end wars, not a fucking girl's job. She has no right to get involved in a man's war!”

Stopping at my rack, with his big bald head turning fury filled red, he said, “I'm pulling you back on watch.”

Before I could explain that the chief hospital corpsman had been the one who had given me the order to stay in bed, he said. “You take over for Lamb from 12:00 to 16:00.” Spitting fire, he added, “If you think she's a saint, then you are a traitor too.” Landry stomped into the workroom and slammed the door behind him.

Matty and I stood with our mouths open, frozen in time. As I thawed out, I tried to remember what Chief Landry had just said.

“What was that all about?” Matty asked as he drew his tongue back into his mouth.

“He's a lifer and hearing the news about Jane Fonda made him mad.”

“But that mad?” Matty asked, “I thought he was going to drag you down from your rack and beat the shit out of you.”

“Funny you should say that. I was thinking the same thing. I'd better take a shower and get ready for watch before he comes out of the workroom.” I wondered how long he had been listening to Matty and me. And I wondered why he got so riled up over what a Jane Fonda was doing. Didn't he realize that she was trying to end the war so that we could all go home?

As I slowly and carefully climbed down from my rack, I saw Landry open the door and glare at me. Turning to the right, he ran up the ladder. Matty's eyes followed the chief out of the compartment. Seeing Norman walk past the top of the stairs, Matty said goodbye and left to catch Norman. Being alone, I took the opportunity to change the sheets on my rack. I opened my locker and pulled out my blue work uniform and placed it neatly on my rack. Removing my white Jockey briefs that I wore as pajamas, I wrapped a towel around my waist, inserted my feet into my flip flops and headed for the showers.

Just before I entered the shower room, I saw Dawson standing by the door. Using his trigger finger, he called me over to him. Entering the shower room with me, he said, “Man, oh, man, you've really pissed off the Chief Landry. I overheard him talking to Chief Granthum about getting rid of you.”

“What did he say?”

“Landry said that he was going to figure out a way to get Hicks, the chief corpsman, to say that you are doing dope and get you kicked out of the navy.”

“I still don't know what I did to piss him off so much,” I said.

Laughing, Dawson said, “He told Granthum that you're a peace mongering hippie. And he'll do whatever it takes to get you off this ship, even if he has to make something up.” Walking out of the shower room, he looked back at me and whispered, “You didn't hear this from me. I don't want to get caught in the cross fire.”

Landry liked Dawson quite a bit and Dawson enjoyed the perks of being the “teacher's pet.”

The freshly painted white bathroom was long and narrow with showers stalls on the bow side, sinks and mirrors in the middle and toilets along the bulkhead behind the wall of sinks and mirrors. After hanging my towel on a hook adjacent to the sink I entered a middle shower stall and pulled the yellowed clear plastic shower curtain closed. The stainless steel shower stalls were barely wide and deep enough for a grown man to stand in. The water, splashing down my face and neck renewed my sense of well being, after being confined to the sickbay exam table and my bed for the last two days. I did not let my headache spoil the moment, as I took care not to let the bandages on my head get wet.

Having finished my shower, I rubbed off the excess water from my arms and legs. Pulling the curtain open, I stepped out to get my towel from the sink across the room. Before I finished my first step, Chief Landry and two other chiefs came into the shower room and blocked my path.

I was standing naked in front of the three chiefs when Chief Hicks asked, “What drugs are you taking?”

“I am only taking the drugs that you gave me.”

He continued to ask questions, often repeating the same questions worded only slightly different from the first.

Feeling the air around my exposed genitals as the water began to evaporate made me want to jump back behind the shower curtain. I was still naked in front of the three chiefs. As I tried to make my way around them to get my towel, Landry jumped in front of me. Since I was not giving the answers that Landry had hoped for, his bald head regained its familiar fiery red hue. Clenching his fist, he asked, “Where do you think you're going? We aren't through talking to you.”

“I'm getting my towel. Do you mind?”

Chief Hicks and Chief Granthum smiled sheepishly as they moved out of the way.

Before I reached my towel, Landry yelled, “What are you trying to pull?”

By now I was mad, I was no longer afraid of Landry, so I yelled back, “What are you trying to pull? You know I had a concussion and that has made me feel like I'm going crazy. My whole body has gone haywire.”

“You're doing drugs. I know it!” he yelled back.

“You're lying and you know it. Hicks tricked me into giving him the key to my locker so that you two could ransack it. Did you find any drugs?”

“No. You must be hiding them somewhere else.”

“You didn't find drugs because I don't have any. I am not stupid. You're the one who is trying to pull something.”

Landry's neck muscles pushed out the tendons as his whole face became the color of rage. “You aren't doing your job!”

“I came in here to take a shower so that I could go back on watch like you ordered me to.” I said.

Chief Hicks looked over to Landry and said, “I ordered him to stay in bed. You can't override my order.”

Chief Granthum's lips contorted into a forced smile as he put his hand on Landry's shoulder telling him that his cause was lost.

If there had been no witnesses, I am sure that Landry's anger would have unleashed his fists and I would have had other wounds that needed bandaging.

Hicks turned to me and said, “Go back to bed and stay there until I tell you to get up.” As Landry and Granthum walked out, Landry turned around and said, “Jane Fonda is no saint. She's a fucking traitor and so are....” I did not hear the rest because Chief Granthum grabbed his shoulder, turned him back towards the door and said, “Leave it for another time.”